Small-town Dreams

Sometimes I just don't know...

Heart to heart, the layers peel 
in the warmth of words 
and the delirium of anticipation. 

I want to take you to Venice 
(or Prague, or the Alps). 
Or would you rather be saddled 
near me, riding small-town dreams? 

If I open the gates of history for you, 
would you be my Helen 
withstanding a siege of a thousand kisses? 

Or if I were your Anthony, 
would you sing my nation’s anthem 
in honor of great banqueters? 

Would you treat me to an old story 
over the course of a thousand nights, 
risking your flesh to add one more? 

Or could you sit by the majestic Thames 
and picture that I have given you 
the wonder of the Taj Mahal? 

Tell me how to keep your fire ablaze 
and where we soon shall go; 
I am sitting here eagerly awaiting take-off.
 

Reviews

[Sophia Argyris]

This is beautifully written, full of images that captivate. It makes the love described seem timeless and expansive.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Comme Une Fois J'ai R�v�,

This is a brilliant piece. There is so much below the surface: "would you be my Helen", "Or if I were your Anthony", "Would you treat me to an old story / over the course of a thousand nights". This is truly very, very nice. My congratulations. High praises here!

Kindest regards,

Rick

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Lovers need go no further than the heart. Wherever you go; there you are. Me, I'd rather be in a wide open field of wild flowers beneath a warm summer sky or by the endless breadth of ocean where the world seems to whisper.

[Ed Hart]

i bet you're just about the best girl pied-piper around...where you keep 'em all?

[emmajoy]

I love to look beneath your words, see if there's some hidden message, metaphorically speaking - of course!
As always, your post has that certain something.. you're a male Lorelei.

What an invitation you've given .. you'll probably be mobbed! I'll stand back in the shadows and wait, savouring your stanzas, in anticipo.